All around the alphabet to hide a sadder tale of someone sad at Circling the circumference, show me the way from the periphery But everybody is wrapped in a war...

I know she doesn't play the field But she likes to know the strength of the team She says she doesn't like my style But I loved her in my own fashion Kept her ...

Once upon a sign I read a warning and it said "When in Rome don't feed the lions" What is meant I can't hazard a guess But now I've learnt my lesson, I'm a bet...

That reminds me of the time I felt It's time for sin and catholic guilt Two years later to the day I had reason to confess With her hair a shining shade Of bus...

Little Bohemian lost his sheep And I know where to find them Just meet me at the end of my tether And there they are It's the same old story In a blaze of glory...

So typical, a battle of wits And I've come half prepared I know all the ropes but haven't a hope Of pulling you back to me I'm losing my grip and sailing this ...